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Famous London Poems by Famous Poets

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.... 
As you see, I¡¯m calm! 
Like the pulse 
of a corpse. 

Do you remember 
how you used to talk? 
¡°Jack London, 
money, 
love, 
passion.¡± 
But I saw one thing only: 
you, a Gioconda, 
had to be stolen! 

And you were stolen. 

In love, I shall gamble again, 
the arch of my brows ablaze. 
What of it! 
Homeless tramps often find 
shelter in a burnt-out house! 

You¡¯re teasing me now? 
¡°You have fewer emeralds of madness 
than a b...Read more of this...
by Mayakovsky, Vladimir



...ere,
But I don’t know it. I can only tell you 
That later, when to all appearances 
I stood outside a music-hall in London, 
I felt him and then saw that he was there. 
Yes, he was there, and had with him a woman
Who looked as if she didn’t know. I’m sorry 
To this day for that woman—who, no doubt, 
Is doing well. Yes, there he was again; 
There were his eyes and the same vengeance in them 
That I had seen in Rome and twice before—
Not mentioning all the time,...Read more of this...
by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ainest laws, 


But one, a man, who is man and nothing more, 
May lead within a world which (by your leave) 
Is Rome or London, not Fool's-paradise. 
Embellish Rome, idealize away, 
Make paradise of London if you can, 
You're welcome, nay, you're wise. 

A simile! 
We mortals cross the ocean of this world 
Each in his average cabin of a life; 
The best's not big, the worst yields elbow-room. 
Now for our six months' voyage--how prepare? 
You come on shipboard with...Read more of this...
by Browning, Robert
...ents I gaze,
Where paper decorations hang,
And bunting in the red Town Hall
Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.

And London shops on Christmas Eve
Are strung with silver bells and flowers
As hurrying clerks the City leave
To pigeon-haunted classic towers,
And marbled clouds go scudding by
The many-steepled London sky.

And girls in slacks remember Dad,
And oafish louts remember Mum,
And sleepless children's hearts are glad.
And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!'
E...Read more of this...
by Betjeman, John
...ir country
Needed them to vote for what was right, their vote
Could make a country their children could return to

From London and Chicago. The moved old people
Applauded wildly, and the speaker's friend
Whispered to the journalist, "It's the Belgian Army

Joke come to life." I wish I could tell it
To Elliot. In the Belgian Army, the feud
Between the Flemings and Walloons grew vicious,

So out of hand the army could barely function.
Finally one commander assem...Read more of this...
by Pinsky, Robert



...me, and all distrust; 
(That Mordaunt, new obliged, would sure be just.) 
Not such a fatal stupefaction reigned 
At London's flame, nor so the court complained. 
The Bloodworth_Chancellor gives, then does recall 
Orders; amazed, at last gives none at all. 

St Alban's writ to, that he may bewail 
To Master Louis, and tell coward tale 
How yet the Hollanders do make a noise, 
Threaten to beat us, and are naughty boys. 
Now Dolman's dosobedient, and they still 
...Read more of this...
by Marvell, Andrew
...Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy sou...Read more of this...
by Wordsworth, William
...n; 
I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople;
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne; 
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick; 
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne, Frankfort, Stuttgart,
 Turin,
 Florence; 
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw—or northward in Christiania or Stockholm—or in Siberian
 Irkutsk—or in some street in Iceland; 
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.

10
I s...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...al reading circles turn’d to ice or stone; 
With many a squeak, (in metre choice,) from Boston, New York, Philadelphia, London; 
As she, the illustrious Emigré, (having, it is true, in her day, although the same,
 changed,
 journey’d considerable,) 
Making directly for this rendezvous—vigorously clearing a path for herself—striding
 through
 the confusion, 
By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay’d,
Bluff’d not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertil...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...you must press his lines
Inwards, and eastward drive him down;
I doubt if you shall take the crown
Till you have taken London town.
For me, I have the vines."

"If each man on the Judgment Day
Meet God on a plain alone,"
Said Alfred, "I will speak for you
As for myself, and call it true
That you brought all fighting folk you knew
Lined under Egbert's Stone.

"Though I be in the dust ere then,
I know where you will be."
And shouldering suddenly his spear
He fa...Read more of this...
by Chesterton, G K
...6]hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
The fire, the fire, is falling!
Look up! look up! O citizen of London. enlarge thy
countenance; O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and
wine; O African! black African! (go. winged thought widen his
forehead.) 
The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun
into the western sea.
Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary, element roaring
fled away:
Down rushd beating his wings in vain...Read more of this...
by Blake, William
...to inquire; 
But since our sects in prophecy grow higher, 
The text inspires not them, but they the text inspire. 

London, thou great emporium of our isle, 
O thou too bounteous, thou too fruitful Nile! 
How shall I praise or curse to thy desert, 
Or separate thy sound from thy corrupted part? 
I called thee Nile; the parallel will stand: 
Thy tides of wealth o'erflow the fattened land; 
Yet monsters from thy large increase we find 
Engendered on the slime thou leavest b...Read more of this...
by Dryden, John
...ut ere that he had made all this array,
He sent his knave*, and eke his wench** also, *servant **maid
Upon his need* to London for to go. *business
And on the Monday, when it drew to night,
He shut his door withoute candle light,
And dressed* every thing as it should be. *prepared
And shortly up they climbed all the three.
They satte stille well *a furlong way*. *the time it would take
"Now, Pater noster, clum," said Nicholay, to walk a furlong*
And "clum,...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...earth, as we can tell 
How much time it takes up, even to a second, 
For every ray that travels to dispel 
The fogs of London, through which, dimly beacon'd, 
The weathercocks are gilt some thrice a year, 
If that the summer is not too severe; 

LVI 

I say that I can tell — 'twas half a minute; 
I know the solar beams take up more time 
Ere, pack'd up for their journey, they begin it; 
But then their telegraph is less sublime, 
And if they ran a race, they would not win it ...Read more of this...
by Byron, George (Lord)
...myself:
One must be so careful these days.
 Unreal City, 
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying "Ste...Read more of this...
by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...rd, 
We watched in a shower 
The changing of the guard.
And I said, what a pity,
To have just a week to spend,
When London is a city
Whose beauties never end!

VI 
When the sun shines on England, it atones 
For low-hung leaden skies, and rain and dim 
Moist fogs that paint the verdure on her stones 
And fill her gentle rivers to the brim. 
When the sun shines on England, shafts of light 
Fall on far towers and hills and dark old trees, 
And hedge-bound meadows of a gr...Read more of this...
by Miller, Alice Duer
...undry tales),
That Jenkin clerk, and my gossip, Dame Ales,
And I myself, into the fieldes went.
Mine husband was at London all that Lent;
I had the better leisure for to play,
And for to see, and eke for to be sey* *seen
Of lusty folk; what wist I where my grace* *favour
Was shapen for to be, or in what place? *appointed
Therefore made I my visitations
To vigilies,* and to processions, *festival-eves22
To preachings eke, and to these pilgrimages,
To plays of miracles, and...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...
 Alone with pedant called "Ennui," 
 For since the morning at my door 
 Ennui has waited patiently. 
 That docto-r-London born, you mark, 
 One Sunday in December dark, 
 Poor little ones—he loved you not, 
 And waited till the chance he got 
 To enter as you passed away, 
 And in the very corner where 
 You played with frolic laughter gay, 
 He sighs and yawns with weary air. 
 
 What can I do? Shall I read books, 
 Or write more verse—or turn fond looks 
 Up...Read more of this...
by Hugo, Victor
...ived these twenty years;
For when we opened him we found
That all his vital parts were sound."

From Dublin soon to London spread,
'Tis told at court "the Dean is dead."
Kind Lady Suffolk, in the spleen,
Runs laughing up to tell the queen.
The queen, so gracious, mild, and good,
Cries "Is he gone? 'tis time he should.
He's dead, you say; why, let him rot:
I'm glad the medals were forgot.
I promised him, I own; but when?
I only was a princess then;
But now,...Read more of this...
by Swift, Jonathan
...I have of her."

And he came in the dark city
In the quiet evening time
He was thinking then of Venice
And of London all the same.

At the church both tall and dark
Stepped on shining stairs' granite
And he prayed then of the coming
Meeting with his first delight.

And above the altar made of gold
Flamed away the garden of God's rays:
"Here she is, here is the happy glimmer
Of gray joyous stars that are her eyes."



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Wide and yel...Read more of this...
by Akhmatova, Anna

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